In Memory

Lucy Moore (Wyatt)

Lucy A. Moore (Wyatt)

On October 20, 2015, Lucy Moore Wyatt of Bethesda, Maryland, passed away at the age of 64 after a brief illness. Lucy was preceded in death by her husband David Henry Wyatt and is survived by her sons, Hugh Henry Wyatt of Silver Spring, Maryland, and Paul Arthur Wyatt of Chicago, Illinois, sister Catherine Moore Bergesen of Bethesda, Maryland, and many friends and family. Lucy was a loving mother and sister, a dedicated librarian at the Barrie School, and a giving member of her community who volunteered with schools and with the Boy Scouts. She was far too young to go and will be sorely missed. Her family will be holding a small, private memorial to commemorate her passing. She will be laid to rest with her husband in Stavely Churchyard, Stavely, England.

I am stunned and saddened by this news. Lucy was my best friend in high school - although I would suspect that many people felt the same. Bright and sassy, deep and true, I could not imagine a better person. I rarely make it to Bethesda, but I am glad that I saw her when I came to town for the last reunion. We shared tea and good conversation, catching up on too many years' absence.

Her family was foreign service and some of you may remember that she lost her father in an assassination in Sudan, while she was in college. She told stories of sailing on the Nile while they were stationed there, and I think met her husband in that far away place. I was in awe of her intellectual and spiritual honesty, curiosity and questioning. Once she told me that she was raised by atheists, but she found some of her spiritual path with the Society of Friends (I do not know where that path wound up).

Scouting surely bonded us, with projects and cookies, badges, campfires, backpacking. Rain, cold, chores, sailing, first aid, visiting the lonely and sing-downs. We thought we were folk singers for a time and, along with Vivian Hoffman, played guitars and sang in three-part harmony. Lucy, be with your beloved David, your Mom and Dad. You are missed.

I remember spending time with Lucy when we were all in sixth grade at Pyle Junior High. She was extremely kind but what I remember best is spending the night at her house for a slumber party. As the hours went by through the night we began the first existential discussion of my young life. Who are we really and how small are we in contrast to the universe? It was an eye opener and something I never forgot. She is certainly gone much too soon but those who knew her will not easily forget her.

Annette, I remember that about Lucy, too. Always interested in the "big" things in life. She dazzled me with the depth of her thoughts. When I drove her home after a GS event or something else, we would work on solving the world's problems while sitting in the driveway. And, she had a killer sense of humor. I can hear the laughs and the lilt in her voice now.